Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Sick as a dog

This blog details the past few days in the life of Diesel the dog, as told to me by Diesel.

Here I am lying on my bed feeling sick

Saturday was the best day ever. I hiked in the morning on my favorite trail with Deep Voice. Then, in the afternoon, Deep Voice and Crazy Blonde took me to swim at the lake with my buddy Bogart. We had so much fun! I used to be scared of the water, but apparently Crazy Blonde is some kind of swimmer and she was insistent that I become a water dog. So, now I love it.

After swimming we went to see some friends of Deep Voice and Crazy Blonde. They have a huge backyard and I got to run after a ball. I love to fetch. We finally went home and I got to eat dinner. I have a habit of eating really quickly, and today I scarfed my food down. I was hungry after running around so much.

We went to Bogart’s house for some kind of food ritual in which the food was cooked outside but everyone ate inside. Suddenly, out of nowhere, all of my food from dinner reappeared on the carpet. It was a magical moment. I created more food. Of course, I started to eat it, until Deep Voice shooed me away and put it all into a bag to throw away. What a waste of a perfectly yummy second dinner.

By the time I went to sleep, I wasn’t feeling that great. In the middle of the night, I woke up and more food came out. It made me feel much better.

On Sunday, I felt just fine and got to chase my ball and play some Frisbee. I was given some strange concoction of food that was soft and white and chewy. I ate it with gusto, as I do everything, but it was not as tasty as my normal stuff.

I went to sleep feeling fine. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and more food came out. Now Deep Voice and Crazy Blonde seemed very concerned. They were talking in very serious voices.

This is where I get to play sometimes. I also go here when I am sick.

The next morning, Crazy Blonde didn’t give me any breakfast. I was so mad until she took me to the place where I go to doggie day care. I got so excited to see the nice ladies who work behind the desk. This time, though, they didn’t take me back to play with the other dogs.

I had to go to the small room and sit on the cold floor while Crazy Blonde talked to somebody for a while. Then, my privacy was rudely invaded so they could get my temperature. I had to stay at the place all day while they poked and prodded me.

They gave me some medicine and I felt better and then I got really hungry. Finally, someone gave me some food. It wasn’t very much, though. The vet said I am high strung. Well, duh. I haven’t had good meal or exercise in a while. That’s enough to make anyone antsy, especially Crazy Blonde.

Deep Voice came to get me. I was so happy to see him; I jumped up and down and looked my cutest. I was hoping he would give me a treat, but he didn’t.

When we got home, Crazy Blonde was making dinner. Wow, it smelled good. I followed her around the kitchen giving her my best sad eyes. Usually, she sneaks me a little bit of whatever she is making, but not tonight. Boy, was I annoyed. I sniffed the floor for scraps, but there was nothing.

Today has been a very frustrating day. I am hungry, but all I get is a few spoonfuls of mushy food every few hours, and nobody will take me to play fetch. I keep giving Crazy Blonde the googly eyes, but she just laughs and pats me on the head. At least she took me for walk.

This is my favorite food.

This is the yucky mush the vet makes me eat when my tummy hurts

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

My advice to all of you doggies out there: if you think you might throw up, hold it down if you can.